Murder Will Out, This My

If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?

One Cannot Scold Or Complain At Every Word. Learn To Endure Patiently, Or Else, As I Live And Breathe, You Shall Learn It Whether You Want Or Not.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.